As the saying went, slow work produced fine craftsmanship. The effects of this tempering method were undoubtedly plain to see.
It had brought tremendous improvement.
Especially when two sides were at the same level and in the same realm, with roughly equal strength, this set of techniques greatly elevated one's ability in clashes of the Great Dao.
Take Li Su himself, for instance. Even if what came at him was merely a single cow hair, his physical body could now react and block it.
To act upon the tiniest details, to discern the enemy within a fraction of an inch.
Viewed as a whole, it had undoubtedly solidified his foundation. Though his overall combat strength had not increased, the minute details had received tremendous tempering.
The training method was indeed a little lacking, but considering that the Ancient Heavenly Court had been the strongest force of ancient times without equal, and had no opponents to rely on but itself, the person who had devised this method of tempering and arranged it all had truly been imaginative. At the very least, no matter how bedraggled the process was, a good result was still not a bad thing.
Li Su did not hurry to rise. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he gave his mana a slight shake, sweeping away the dust covering him and smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes. After fixing his hair and restoring its flowing elegance, he closed his eyes slightly and began to contemplate.
Although he had spent much of the process spewing profanities, he had also gained a great many realizations.
After all, his talent was there for all to see. Though he could not understand the Ancient Heavenly Court's official texts, where cultivation was concerned, he was absolutely at a level unprecedented before and unmatched